It's amazing to me that one female musician,
can remind me of two girls i was once kissin,
one has her hair, i'm not really missin,
the other has everything else, for her i'm wishin,
one day i'll be tough enough so blondes can't
get under my skin like i lost my grant,
girls will be under my magnifying glass as ants,
and i won't let anything grow except for desert plants,
one day i'll be strong enough to tell her,
that i'm sick and tired of being in her cellar,
I L-O-V-E Y-O-U, i am a true speller,
and you mean more to me then an authors best seller,
i wish the worst for blondes but best for Massa,
in the end no other girl comes after,
or before, certainly no pre chapter,
i love you til my last breath Massa.